All Chapters of Rejected and Banished; The kids are his.: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Eva's POV."FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUCK!" I scream as something inside me begins to build... a familiar pressure I've ever felt only with Nicklaus. My pussy clamped down on his massive invading shaft, walls fluttering and contracting uncontrollably."Nicklaus, I'm going to cum." I whispered, barely recognizing my voice."Great, cum on my dick then, love." Lucas mumbled against my ear, slowing his thrusts to torturous long strokes. Each time he pulled back, my greedy pussy lips cling desperately to his shaft, stretching outward obscenely as if trying to prevent him from leaving. The sight was extremely sinful, causing ripples of electrifying pleasure to soar through my body."Please don't stop," I beg, all dignity abandoned. "I'm so close, please, please..."Beg for it, my queen," he growled, almost withdrawing completely, the fat mushroom head of his cock stretching my entrance like a gaping mouth. "Beg to cum on this dick.""PLEASE!" I sobbed, pushing my ass back desperately. "PLEASE LET M

Eva's POV.I woke up to the sound of movement.It was subtle, but it was enough to pull me from the half-sleep I’d been drowning in since dawn.For a few seconds, I lay perfectly still, afraid to move or even breathe, my mind sluggish as it tried to place the sound. Then my eyes fluttered open, and my heart nearly leaped out of my chest.Nicklaus was standing by the dressing mirror.At first, I thought I was still dreaming. The morning light filtering through the curtains caught on his reflection, making me realize it wasn't a dream.He really was in the room.He looked impossibly composed, but there was something about the way his shoulders hung that made my stomach twist.For a moment, I just stared.I hadn’t expected him to come back to the room. Not this soon.After what happened last night, I’d convinced myself that he’d stay away for days, weeks, maybe. He’d done it before whenever we fought. Distance was his favorite weapon, and somehow, I'd learnt that from him too. But here

Eva's POV.I woke up before the morning light fully broke through the curtains. The room was quiet, too quiet, the kind that made you aware of daybreak even before you pull your eyes open.For a few seconds, I just laid there, staring at the ceiling, listening to the faint sound of the wind brushing against the windowpanes. The air was cold; autumn had begun to creep into the pack lands.I turned to the side of the bed that used to be his. It was empty... again.But I wasn’t surprised.He hadn’t slept beside me properly since that night.The night everything changed.I could still feel the echo of his voice from that evening, disappointed. I hadn't thought properly; I had thought that maybe if I left him no choice, if I take what I want from him fiercely, then maybe he’d give in.But that was where I was wrong.Because Nicklaus wasn’t the kind of man you could force anything from.Especially not something he feared.And now… I was paying for that mistake every single day.He had cont

Eva's POV. The road stretched endlessly ahead, I watched the trees blur past through the small carriage window, my fingers clenched around the hem of my cloak.I’d been crying since we left.At first, quietly, I tried to stop myself, but my strength failed me as it came then in waves, until I was choking on it. The sound of the carriage wheels crunching against gravel became the rhythm of my sobs.I didn’t even try to hide from the maid who sat across from me, pretending not to see. She was too kind to ask, and definitely too afraid to comfort me. I appreciated that. I didn’t want comfort; I just wanted to feel. The air inside the carriage was cold and heavy. My reflection on the glass was pale, my eyes red, my lips pressed together between exhaustion and misery.Nicklaus’s face wouldn’t leave my mind. The way he looked at me before he turned away, that silent battle behind his eyes, it haunted me.How did we end up here?Few weeks ago, he used to look at me like I was the center of

Eva's POV.The noise came first, loud and really angry.I stirred from sleep, still half wrapped in the fog of dreams, my head throbbing lightly from the restless night before. At first, I thought it was my imagination, or servants arguing, perhaps? But as the voices grew louder, the sounds of slamming furniture and raised tones filled the entire house.My heart quickened.I sat up on the bed, brushing strands of hair away from my face, and listened again. No... it wasn’t ordinary chatter. Someone was crying. Someone else was yelling.“What on earth is going on?” I muttered under my breath, throwing off the covers.The morning sun spilled through the window as I rushed to the corner of the room to slip into a robe. The air was heavy with tension, thicker than I’d felt in this house since my birth. My parents never raised their voices like that unless something was terribly wrong.Descending the staircase, I froze halfway when I caught sight of the scene below.Two elderly figures, a m